I’m not special
I’m just a cushion for you to rest your head.
When I go..I’m dead,
Or as good as.
Oh lonely boy.
You always need to fill the gaps
You’re afraid of your own thoughts.
Sitting alone is not an option for you.
I know it.
I am the same.
But the difference with this soul
Is self control.
I fill the void with other things
Things that won’t hurt you if you find out.
So lonely boy , what’s it going to be ?
Rest for a while on my breast then move on to the next ?
Or are you finally ready to call me home ?
Deal with your demons, I can see them lurking in corners
They play with mine.
But memories are just smoke
And if you breathe out
You can blow them away.